A smile spread over his face. “Yeah.”
“And then even far beyond that. In fact, soon you’ll likely be absolutely sick of me. You won’t be able to stand me in your space, or summon the wherewithal to endure another message from me.”
He burst out laughing, that glorious sound rolling through my room.
“You’re really something, you know that?”
“As are you.”
We sank into one another, then.
I smiled to myself as a sense of utter serenity enveloped me.
Because tonight was the first time ever that the world had just fallen away.
A commotion cutinto my subconscious, pulling me from my reverie.
My eyes opened in startlement as a flare of power drew my attention.
I swung my head to see Winter beside me in my bed.
He wasn’t sleeping soundly against me like he had been earlier.
Now he was thrashing, sweating, his beautiful features twisted in pain and distress.
And his magic was live, amber flames and blasts shooting all over the place and bouncing off the protected walls and furniture.
They were technically mild eruptions given his extreme power set and his sheer potential from a necromantic aspect, given that he was the son of the Almighty Necromancer.
However, these eruptions were a danger. And not ordinary. Something was most definitely amiss.
I called to him, obviously not wishing to startle him with his power being live.
It didn’t work to rouse him.
Even pushing against his chest failed to jar him awake.
I grimaced at what needed to be done as I called my power.
Then I delivered a zap of my citrine magic to his right shoulder.
His eyes snapped open, wide and lacking comprehension, a stuttering breath escaping him.
He noticed his palms flaming with his power and jolted, hastily calling it back.
His struggle and strain to accomplish that was worryingly apparent.
When he finally managed it, he swung his head toward me.
All I could see there was shame.
“I’m sorry. So sorry,” he breathed, tugging the duvet up to his chest and huddling back against the headboard. “Did I… are you—”
“All is well. I am unharmed. They were merely mild eruptions.”
He shuddered and clutched the duvet tighter.
I shifted too, sitting up against the headboard beside him, careful not to brush against him or touch him due to how unsettled and panicked he was. “Is this why you didn’t use your magic last night, especially not the necromantic aspect when it was called for during the magical lubrication situation?”
